You screamed at me and your body turned into salt before my eyes,
My jaw fell open in laughter as I watched death's black claws arise
He grabbed you as you fell apart and put you beneath dirt and stones
He left the crusted minuscule cubes atop your pile of bones.
Your flesh had wasted away, and we saw your personality
A hideous, skeletal ghost, personified brutality
And without your soiled skin, you lost your rationality
And you tried to kill me, crazed with immortality
But I looked down at myself and my skin
And saw that it had turned to white, rocky specks
This is animosity and it's effects
It takes you away and exposes the rest
The salt trickled slowly off of my frame
And within, I prayed that I would stay the same.
My cadaverous form came out of the sediments
And I gaped in alarm at how they could misrepresent
My worth, my loyalty, and my honor
What?- Did they think me as some sort of goner?-
The way I have proven to stick to my duty-
And then I knew, looking at my haggard, shrunken self
That my heart had always been devoid of beauty,
And in terms of kindness, I had no wealth.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a select few of the poems I've written over the past two years or so. They're not the best and the rhythms are all messed up. But you know idc about that anymore so Enjoy my endless train of thoughts.
